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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.