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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.