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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 10cc 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.