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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.