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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Cymande to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.