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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.