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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.