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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.