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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.