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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.