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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
ABC,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.