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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chrome 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.