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 Haiti and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.