Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
The Associates,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.