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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.