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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
UT,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.