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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.