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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Smog,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.