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 Kenya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
New Order,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Unwound,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.