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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.