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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
UT,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.