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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.