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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.