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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.