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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Gong,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.