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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
The Count Five,
New Order,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.