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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.