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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Index to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.