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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 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 The American Breed to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.