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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.