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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
X-101,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.