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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.