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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.