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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.