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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.