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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.