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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.