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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.