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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.