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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.