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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.