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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.