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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.