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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 Cluster to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.