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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.