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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.