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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.