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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.