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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.