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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.