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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.