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 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Fear,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.