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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.