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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.