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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.