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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.