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 Guatemala 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Nas,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.