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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Smog,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.