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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.