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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.