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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.