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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.