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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
10cc,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.