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 Nigeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Dual Sessions 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.