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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Byrd to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.