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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.