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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.