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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.