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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.