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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.