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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.