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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.