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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Amon Düül to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.