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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Mojo Men to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.