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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Josef K,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Magma,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.