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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.