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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.