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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.