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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.