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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.