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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.