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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.