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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.