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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.