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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.