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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.