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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.