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 Sri Lanka 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.