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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.