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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.