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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.