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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.