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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.