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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.