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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.