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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.