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 Mozambique 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.