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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.