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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.