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 Barbados 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.