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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.