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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Scion,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.