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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.