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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.