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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
JFA,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Smog,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.