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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.