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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Junior Murvin to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.