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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.