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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.