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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.