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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 London and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.