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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.