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 Indonesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.