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 Gambia and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.