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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
PIL,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.