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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.