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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.