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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Aaron Thompson 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.