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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.