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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.