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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Kinks to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Index,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.