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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.