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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.