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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.