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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
cv313,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.