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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.