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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.