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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.