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 Argentina and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moleskins to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.