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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.