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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.