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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.