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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.