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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers 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?
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Index,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.