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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
PIL,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.