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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Gong,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.