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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
UT,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.