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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.