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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.