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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Kinks to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.