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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.