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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Wells to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.