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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.