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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.