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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brass Construction to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.