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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.