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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Hoover,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Visage,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.