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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.