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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.