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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.