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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.