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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.