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 Uganda 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.