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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Kinks to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.