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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.