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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
PIL,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.