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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.