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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.