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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.