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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.