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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Slackers to the jazz 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.