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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.