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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.