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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Connie Case 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Scion,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.