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 Peru 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.