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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.