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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Faust,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.