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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.