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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.