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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.