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 Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Crime,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.