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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
the Normal,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.