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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
UT,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.