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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.