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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.