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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.