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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.