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 Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.