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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.