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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.