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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.