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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Electric Prunes 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.