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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.