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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.