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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.