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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Can,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.