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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.