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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.