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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.