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 Nepal 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.