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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Rekid,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.