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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.