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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.