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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.