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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.