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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.