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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.