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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.