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 Cape Verde 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.