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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.