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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.