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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.