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 China and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.