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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.