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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.