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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.