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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Yellowson 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.