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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.