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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.