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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.