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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.