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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.