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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.