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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.