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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Sex Pistols 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
The Victims,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.