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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.