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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.