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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.