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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.