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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Hoover,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.