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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
CMW,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.