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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.