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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.