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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 mellotron 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Can,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.