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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.