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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Q65,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.