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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Index,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.