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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.