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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Index,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.