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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 Seoul and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.