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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Mojo Men to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.