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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.