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 Palau and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
MDC,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.