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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.