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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.