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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
New Order,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Cameo,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.