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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.