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 Malawi and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.