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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.