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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.