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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Magma,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.