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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.