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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.