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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 EPMD to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
UT,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.