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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.