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 China and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.