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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.