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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.