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 Canada 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.