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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.