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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.