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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Cowsills to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Cluster,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.