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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
DNA,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.