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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.