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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.