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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.