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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.