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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.