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 United Kingdom 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.