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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.