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 United States and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Sonics to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.