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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.