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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Names to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion 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?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.