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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Gong to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
John Cale,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.