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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
The Techniques,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.