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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
MC5,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.