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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.