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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.