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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.