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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
a-ha,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Can,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.