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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.