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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.