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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.