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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.