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 North and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.