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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Hashim,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.