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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.