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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Nico,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.