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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.