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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.