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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Skriet to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.