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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rites of Spring to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
UT,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.