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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Trojans to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.