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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.