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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Can,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.