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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.