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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.