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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.