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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.