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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.