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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.