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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.