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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Derrick May to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.