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 Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.