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 Tunisia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.