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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA 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?
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.