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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.