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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.