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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Swans,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.