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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.