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 Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.