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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.