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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Crime,
The Trojans,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.