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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.