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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.