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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.