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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Smog,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
cv313,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.