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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.