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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.