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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.