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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.