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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Searchers 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Skarface,
The Doors,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.