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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.