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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
ABC,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.