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 Mexico and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Aswad,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.