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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.