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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Swans,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.