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 China and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.