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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.