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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
June Days,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.