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 Saudi Arabia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.