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 Chad and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Skriet,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.