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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.