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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.