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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Pole to the jazz 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.