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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.