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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Gong,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.