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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.