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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
MC5,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.