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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.