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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kinks to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Index,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.