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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.