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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Skatalites to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.