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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.