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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.