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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.