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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Scion,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.