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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.