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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.