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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.