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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.