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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
The Toasters,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.