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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.