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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Faust,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.