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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.