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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Television,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.