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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Japan,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Kayak,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.