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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.