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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.