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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.