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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.