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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.