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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.