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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.