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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.