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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.