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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.