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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.