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 Monaco 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.