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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.