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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 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 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.