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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.