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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.