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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.