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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.