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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.