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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.