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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.