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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.