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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.