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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.