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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Can,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.