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 Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.