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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
John Holt,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
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.