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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.