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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.