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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.