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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.