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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.