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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the jazz 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.