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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.