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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.