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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.