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 Maldives and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.