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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Bill Wells to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Smog,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Monolake,
New Order,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.