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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.