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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.