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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.