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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
CMW,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.