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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.