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 Slovenia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Archie Shepp 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.