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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.