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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
the Human League,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.