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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.