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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 organ 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.