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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.