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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.