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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.