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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Magazine,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.