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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.