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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.