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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mars to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Index,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.