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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Infiniti to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Index,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.