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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tremeloes to the crunk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.