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 China and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.