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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.