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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
the Association,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.