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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light 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?
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.