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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.