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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.