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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Moleskins 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.