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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.