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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Faust 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 dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
JFA,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.