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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.