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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Kayak,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.