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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Essential Logic 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Nas,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
The Names,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.