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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.