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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dead C to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.