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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.