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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.