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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.