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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.