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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Fortunes to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
X-101,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.