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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.