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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Archie Shepp 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.