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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Excepter,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.