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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 ABC to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.