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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.