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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.