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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.