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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.