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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.