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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.