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 China and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.