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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.