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 Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.