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 Kuwait 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.