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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.