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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.