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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Visage,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.