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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.