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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Deepchord,
cv313,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.