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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Audionom,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.