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 Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.