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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.