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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 rap 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.