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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Visage to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.