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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.