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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.