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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.