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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.