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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
X-102,
The Index,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.