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 Iraq and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.