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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.