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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.