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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.