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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.