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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.