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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Cameo,
Fear,
X-102,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.