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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.