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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Organ,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.