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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.