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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.