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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Fat Boys 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count 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.