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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Zeros to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.