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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.