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 Ecuador 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.