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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Halifax and Lille.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
PIL,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.