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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.