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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.