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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.