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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.