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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.