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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
X-101,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.