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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.