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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.