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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.