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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Excepter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.