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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.