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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.