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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.