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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
ABC,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.