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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.