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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
ABBA,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
UT,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.