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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.