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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.