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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.