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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
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.