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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.