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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.