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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Finger. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.