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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.