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 Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Black Moon,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.