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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.