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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Flipper,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.