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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.