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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.