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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Red Krayola 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.