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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
X-101,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.