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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.