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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Fear,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.