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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Smog,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.