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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.