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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Scion,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.