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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.