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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.