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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.