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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.