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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Count Five to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.