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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.