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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.