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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.